’ Gail took a long slug of her beer and added, ‘A fucking text message. That’s a pretty shitty way to do it, don’t you think?’ I put out my ...and, but she shrugged it off. ‘God damn it, Andrew, I thought I was in love with him.’ I screwed up my courage. She didn’t need to be seen having an emotional meltdown in front of the whole office. Taking her arm firmly, I said, ‘We are going somewhere to cool down. Put a smile on your face and walk with me.’ We did. She put her head down and muttered,. ..................Over the past 5 years, Mistress and sissy have kept up with each otherjust enough to know that they both still had major feelings about eachother and also major regrets about how things had ended up, however bothof them have kept their real feelings and emotions hidden so as toinsure that they didn't end up hurt again. On their un-occasionalmeetings they discussed being back together again, but both of them wereunwilling to take a chance and try again.Mistress always chided me. Angel being petite is not able to drink a lot without feeling it. So I left and hoped that the two of them would loosen up. I took a few extra minutes. When I returned the two of them had moved to the same side of the bar. Angel had her hand on his arm and they were laughing. The night continued and we all kept on drinking. During the conversation I made sure to mention Bob the ladies man and how he bragged about the size of his cock. I told the story of the girl who told him to stop fucking. “I could just eat that little ass of yours,” she said.More movement. A mouth was now nipping and licking where the hand had spanked me. I had no clue as to who exactly was doing what to me. I only knew for sure that it was at least Mr. Stone and at least two other people.A hand spanked my butt again. And again. “You’re such a bad girl,” the lady said in my ear after the last slap on my ass. Another slap, a little harder this time.“Such a dirty girl letting us do such dirty things to.